This poem was written for a “Geography” themed issue of the poetry journal Allegro Poetry. And so, living the dream, I was able to write about the profound sadness of a relationship break-up, whilst drawing metaphors from my GCSE Geography days. Awesome.
We meet by the river
on a Wednesday lunchtime,
to the disapproval of your dry wife.
Sandwiches are eaten
from square lunchboxes,
and we talk about the shapes we used to make –
but not all of them.
“Do you remember,” you say,
“how you used to come out with my words
before I’d even thought them?”
And I think about the river, and how,
when it curls round and finds only itself,
there is a reckoning.
A cutting of the slack.
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Dating dating dating. Ah, the fun, the joy, the humiliation, the hollowness of rejection. I met my husband fourteen years ago so it’s been a while – but I’m sure if you’re single it also feels about fourteen years since you were able to date normally. Rubbish.
So, to remind you of the ups and downs, here’s a poem about the tedious joy of being attracted to someone who’s most definitely not marriage material. Much has been written about falling for the bad boy – but what about falling for the dull boy?
A Short One
You’re not much to look at
My body says hot
My libido says not
My friends think you’re average
I’m literally aching
We kiss in a nightclub
I’m painfully willing
Our fling is like curry
Spicy and filling
My body’s a twist
You bore me to tears
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